Chapter 148: The High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam

Chapter 148: The High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam

The High-Dimensional Overseer ascended the steps, one by one, finally arriving in front of a peculiar church.

From the outside, the church looked no different from an ordinary dwelling, its uniqueness only apparent upon entering.

Within was a priest, a genial and reserved middle-aged man dressed in a simple white robe, his pale golden beard almost covering the lower half of his face, and his eyes clear and childlike.

Adam!

At first glance at the figure in the painting, Hastur guessed his true identity—Adam.

He could also be called the divine aspect of the ancient Sun God.

It was strange that the High-Dimensional Overseer encountered Adam before Amon.

Hastur withdrew his gaze and looked towards another star belonging to the true Creator and Adam, indeed witnessing the meeting between Adam and the High-Dimensional Observer.

This confirmed it—the priest was Adam!

After watching for a while, Hastur's attention returned to the star of the High-Dimensional Observer.

Compared to the true Creator and Adam, it was safer to spy from the High-Dimensional Observer's perspective.

From the scene, it was clear that the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam were conversing, and they seemed quite happy.

To an unknowing eye, it appeared as if a lost young man had come to the church for guidance from the priest.

Could the High-Dimensional Observer, in this incarnation, discern Adam's true identity?

Hastur pondered and doubted it.

Firstly, the church was Adam's domain, and as the divine aspect of the ancient Sun God, he was of a higher order than the High-Dimensional Observer.

This incarnation of the High-Dimensional Overseer might not even be as powerful as the previous one, unable to perceive Adam's true identity.

"This is getting interesting."

Hastur watched from a distance with a spectator's interest.

Although he couldn't hear the exchange between the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam, he treated it as a silent play.

Of course, if he wished, he could join the conversation.

All it would take is a closer look and the power of the Hall of Stars to communicate with both the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam.

But he had no such desire; being only a Sequence 7, even with the power of the Hall of Stars, there was a risk of failure.

It was better to watch from afar.

Hastur had thought the conversation between the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam would not last long, but he was mistaken.

They conversed like old friends, not just standing but later sitting on the bench in front of the Creator's statue to continue their exchange.

This puzzled Hastur—had Adam not seen through the High-Dimensional Observer's true identity?

Were they both unaware of each other's true origins?

Hastur watched for another half hour, and the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam were still chatting.

Even Adam stood in front of the Creator's statue, as if spreading the Creator's faith to the High-Dimensional Observer.

Was Adam trying to convert the High-Dimensional Observer?

The key was that the High-Dimensional Overseer seemed to listen intently, as if acknowledging Adam's faith.

"…"

After observing for a while longer, Hastur, feeling tired, logged off and left the Hall of Stars.

It was three in the morning.

"They sure can talk. This conversation might last another three to five days."

Hastur felt quite emotional after watching the silent drama all night.

…

At dawn, before Hastur rose from bed, he visited the Hall of Stars, looking at the star of the High-Dimensional Observer.

It was still the same small town, the same modest church, and in front of the Creator's statue, the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam continued their warm and friendly conversation.

This time, Hastur watched for about ten minutes before withdrawing his gaze and logging off from the Hall of Stars.

His rank was too low; it was better to focus on digesting the Briber's potion. As for the affairs between the High-Dimensional Overseer and Adam, a glance when free was enough.

After washing up and descending for breakfast, Butler Neil, as usual, reminded him of recent events at home and the noble invitations for the day.

"Cancel the other nobles' invitations for me; I'm visiting DukeNigan's estate today."

"As you command."

After breakfast, Hastur boarded the carriage, drew back the curtain, and admired the morning in Beckland.

In the Queen's district, the journey to DukeNigan's estate was but a short ride.

Upon Hastur's arrival, Greco was already waiting in the hall, with no sign of DukeNigan.

"Hastur, come over and chat; my esteemed father is still handling some matters."

Greco greeted Hastur with a smile.

Hastur approached and sat down, smiling, "Greco, do you have some good news to share with me today?"

"You guessed right. Want to try guessing what it is?"

"My investment?"

Greco glanced at Hastur and sighed, "Sometimes, Hastur, you really should act a bit more clueless."

"I can't help it; you know my financial situation. That was my biggest investment to date, so naturally, it left a deep impression."

"Then you might want to guess how much profit that investment has made."

Hastur leaned back on the luxurious sofa, pondered for a moment, and then smiled, "Knowing you, the investment wouldn't be less than five times the return, so I guess it's made about ten times in total."

"…"

Greco fell silent for a while, not speaking, but gestured for someone to bring two sheets of paper.

Hastur took them and saw that one listed various investment projects Greco had made with his investment, and the other showed the returns.

His gaze quickly fell on the total investment return.

53,580 gold pounds!

Compared to the initial investment of 5,000 gold pounds, it was a tenfold increase!

For him, this was a vast fortune!

It was the first time since his birth that he had acquired such a massive wealth!

Although it wasn't earned through his efforts, a useful network was a shortcut in life.

With this money, he could hire two more chefs to cook delicacies from other countries.

He could also reclaim some of the Campbell family's territorial rights, connecting the lands in South Will County for easier management.

And he could set aside some gold pounds to purchase materials for the Sequence 6 Corrupted Baron in advance.

Hastur stared at the numbers for a long time, counted several times to ensure there was no decimal point, and then looked up, chuckling, "It seems my guess was quite accurate."

Greco then sighed, "It seems I need to keep some distance from you in the future; you always see through my thoughts."

After another pleasant hour of conversation, a butler invited them to a large open-air balcony on the third floor.

DukeNigan, ParasNigan, leader of the Conservative Party, the largest landowning noble outside the king, brother of the current Prime Minister, and also a Sequence 6 extraordinary.

He appeared aged, with a swollen waist and a body full of fat, his sharp and shrewd grey-blue eyes now clouded with murkiness and desire. The only commendable thing was his dense black hair, showing no signs of balding.

Hastur had mixed feelings about DukeNigan; on one hand, he was Greco's father, and he was on good terms with Greco, but on the other hand, DukeNigan represented the Conservative Party.

Of course, at this stage, DukeNigan's benefits to him far outweighed the drawbacks.

"Are you Voltaire's son?" DukeNigan widened his eyes slightly, as if trying to get a clear look at Hastur.

Hastur stepped forward and then spoke, "Yes, Hastur Campbell, the last heir of the Campbell family."

"Voltaire, he was a fine young man in his youth, but later he did a bunch of absurd and laughable things; you better not follow in his footsteps."

"I will certainly take that as a lesson."

"Hmm, very good."

DukeNigan expressed his goodwill and then brought up the assassination incident that night.

"Where did you get your information that night? Glairent couldn't possibly know anything related to Admiral Hurricane."

Although he was aging, it didn't mean he was becoming foolish.

If it weren't for the fact that Earl Hall's precious daughter Audrey also knew about it, he would have suspected Hastur first.

Having navigated the circles of power for so many years, there was nothing he hadn't encountered.

There were always those who wanted to use him for unspeakable purposes.

Especially now, in the new era of the transition between old and new nobility.

It was impossible to calm those with ambition and capability.

"My information came from the sea."

"The sea?"

"I enjoy studying the matters of the extraordinary world and naturally have made acquaintances with some extraordinary people, some of whom come from the sea."

"Who?"

"I won't reveal her origins; that's a basic matter of trust."

DukeNigan pondered for a while, his expression unreadable, but he didn't continue to inquire, merely waving his hand for Greco to lead Hastur away.

(End of Chapter)